[Jericho stuffs his pencil under his thumb against the notebook to reach out and accept the hand; he's not exactly the toughest handshake in the world, but hey.
he nods, beaming back before snatching up his pencil again to write, unable to curb his curiosity for very long at all:]
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he nods, beaming back before snatching up his pencil again to write, unable to curb his curiosity for very long at all:]
What did they do to fix you?